Then I have to take down Halloween decorations, put up Christmas decorations. Out with the cobwebs. In with the tinsel and garland. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
I will have help. My wife and daughter and daughter's boyfriend. If we all pitch in, it will only take a few hours. If I have to poke, prod, cajole, and yell, it will take forever.
Saint Marty is trying to make his house ready.
Making the House Ready for the Lord
by: Mary Oliver
Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
still nothing is as shining as it should be
for you. Under the sink, for example, is an
uproar of mice--it is the season of their
many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves
and through the walls the squirrels
have gnawed their ragged entrances--but it is the season
when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And
the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;
what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling
in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will
come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,
the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know
that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,
as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.
